Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 11:54:14 -0500
From: Vic James
Subject: One Thousand and One Lovers
One Thousand and One Lovers
By Vic James
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Copyright 2014 by Vic James
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It was my father's brilliant idea to clone Ahmed Hassan, the
most decorated soldier ever in my father's kingdom. Among his
many accomplishments, he had singlehandedly destroyed an invading
force from Marizlan. He also killed three assassins in my
father's bedchamber who had made it past his guards in the
palace. Sixteen guards were killed by three presumably Marizlan
assassins and those three assassins were killed by a single
Ahmed. And without waking my father! Ahmed explained to my father
what happened after he woke. Ahmed's reputation was that he was
completely dedicated to my father. I knew it to be an absolute
fact. He wasted no time and energy on romance or sex. He had
never married or desired marriage or pursued a woman. He had no
interest in wealth or property. The gifts he was given as rewards
were given to the poor, which pleased my father very much. Ahmed
asked me to help him decide who was most deserving of his
charity, which pleased me very much. After all, he had no free
time and that was all I did have. I did learn a lot about the
kingdom that way. Assassination attempts against my father became
more frequent. After one particularly bloody assassination
attempt, my father became convinced he needed more Ahmeds. Father
didn't admit it, at first, but I believed he was convinced that
he could only trust Ahmed. No other soldier in his kingdom had my
father's complete trust. After all, any other soldier or guard
could be bribed with wealth, women, or both. It was not only his
enemies father was wary of. He had begun to suspect his friends.
Father instructed his scientists to give him more Ahmeds. He
needed them, badly. It took the scientists a long time. Cloning
was easy. Duplicating the Ahmed's mind in each clone was the
difficult part.
I am Seven or Seventh, my father's seventh son. Those are my
titles. My name is Aydin, although it is not much used. Normally,
I could not expect to be in line for the throne. That was fine
with me. I didn't want to be king. I was the only one of my
brothers who didn't. I saw how paranoid my father was becoming.
It was painful to watch, but I knew it was necessary. He might
have been killed ten times over, otherwise. Whichever son
followed him would face the same thing. Then my older brothers
began having accidents, or were assassinated. It was difficult to
say which. They appeared to be accidents, but in a year's time,
my three oldest brothers, One, Two, and Three were dead. And
then, assassination attempts against my father seemed to end.
Father became convinced that one of his enemies had switched to
playing a long game. They would leave him on the throne, but end
his bloodline. My three oldest brothers shared a mother and all
had been trained to rule. Brothers Four, Five, and Six were
trained to be warriors, by tradition. They would be our ruling
brother's core guard, when he took the throne. While my brothers
worked and learned, I spent time with Father. I had no duties,
however I decided I wanted to be the taster for my father. I
explained that I needed to be useful, and there were ways to make
tasters immune to poisons. Father never allowed it, although I
was persistent about it. I am not sure why it was so important to
me. I remember thinking he needed someone other than Ahmed who he
could trust completely, and I wanted that person to be me. If I
was his taster, he need never fear being poisoned. I could
shoulder that. I knew that prisoners were usually tasters, since
their deaths were, in many cases, deserved. They couldn't all be
immune to poison, I knew. My plan was that we would still use
prisoners as tasters, first. Then I would taste. My life would
only be endangered if the prisoner was immune to poison. I didn't
want to be king, out of fear of being assassinated, but I wanted
to be taster for my father. I knew that was illogical, but it
didn't change how I felt. It was the right thing to do, I was
certain. My father refused to consider it, but always good-
naturedly.
Three days before my fifteenth birthday, the scientists spoke
to my father.
"We can clone Ahmed, and give each clone his thoughts and
memories. The clones take three months to grow to adulthood," the
chief scientist said. He spoke into his palm. Ahmed entered the
room. He walked up to my father and bowed. The scientist spoke
again. I gasped as Ahmed walked into the room. The second Ahmed
stared at the first.
"Who is this imposter?" Ahmed Two asked.
"You are both Ahmed," the scientist responded. "You are both
copies of him."
I looked at both of them. They were completely identical!
"I am the real Ahmed," Ahmed Two said.
"You are both equally the real Ahmed, as you are both
identical."
A third Ahmed entered the room. I saw the long scar on his
forearm. The other two had no scars. He stayed at the back of the
room, smiling.
Ahmed Two smiled. He walked over and held his hand out to
Ahmed One.
"Hello, Ahmed. I'm Ahmed."
They both laughed. Then they hugged each other.
"What a fine looking fellow you are!" one said to the other.
"As are you!"
They laughed again.
Their deep-throated laughs sent shivers down my spine. I
thought of something else to prevent my body from betraying me.
Yes, I desired him.them. I put my hands on my lap to hide my
erection.
My father was very pleased.
"I am thrice as safe as I was yesterday," he said, beaming.
"And each of you," he nodded at the scientists. "Are thrice
as wealthy."
All six scientists looked pleased.
"Should we proceed with the number you specified?" the chief
asked.
"Yes. Immediately."
I had long conversations with two of the Ahmeds over the next
couple of days, when they weren't with Father. The original was
always at my father's side. They seemed completely identical.
They finished each other's sentences and laughed about it.
Neither of them seemed to care that they were not the original.
They both were much more concerned with how they would address
each other when there were hundreds of Ahmed Hassans. They would
need to coordinate their activities and to do that, they needed
to know for certain which Ahmed one of them was speaking to.
Using numbers for names was fine, normally, but calling someone
Four Hundred and Seventy Three was a bit of a mouthful. They
explained that in a crisis, they could not waste time on long
names. My father turned that problem over to the scientists, to
the relief of our three Ahmeds.
The day before my fifteenth birthday, I was talking to the
Ahmed clones while my father ate. The original was next to my
father. I smiled at Ahmed One several times and he grinned back.
The clones with me both looked around the room as we spoke.
"Are you excited about your birthday?" one asked me.
"I'm nervous. Or maybe terrified."
They looked surprised.
"Would you like it if we were there?" one said.
They looked at each other and grinned.
"I just assumed you would be. Where will you be?"
"I meant during your.experience."
I blushed. Father had asked me if I was still a virgin, and
in front of the Ahmeds. I suppose he thought fifteen was too old
to be a virgin, because he made arrangements to correct that on
my birthday.
"Actually, I would. It would be a relief," I said, hoping
that didn't give my feelings away.
"A relief!" one said to the other. They laughed.
"One Ahmed is deadly serious. Two Ahmeds are silly," I said.
I was joking, a little.
"I'm One," said one.
"No. I'm One, because I'm not silly," the other said.
Then Father dropped a fork, and both of the sprung up, armed
at the sound. They could be serious.
I asked them why they joked so much more. Was it because they
were clones?
"No. With three of us, we do not have to give our complete
attention to everything in the room. He," and they nodded their
heads at the Ahmed next to Father. "Is watching, and we trust him
completely. It is a relief, after so long, to be able to laugh."
I smiled at them. I was happy for him-them.
Father had one of them with me at all times. It was wonderful
having an Ahmed of my own, but I couldn't jerk off. He stayed in
my room at night. I was getting very horny, and having a hairy,
handsome man next to me all the time made it much worse. I was
the only son of my father guarded by an Ahmed, and I thought that
was odd.
On my fifteenth birthday, my father was still extremely
pleased about the Ahmeds. He had been beaming and giving gifts
spontaneously for two days. Personally, I felt like I was being
led to a gallows. As I said, he had arranged my first sexual
encounter, and I knew it would not end well. He showed me many
beautiful women of all ages. My deepest secret was that I had no
interest at all in women. I was only interested in one person,
who I now wanted more than ever. I was seeing another, fun aspect
of Ahmed. But I knew my feelings were pointless. After an hour,
or so of women parading before me, Father had me undress so that
he could observe whether it was shyness preventing me from
choosing. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of them. I knew
many of them and two of them were Father's wives. Not my mother,
of course. After perhaps the hundredth beautiful woman, with
absolutely no response from my body, my father sent everyone from
the room. He looked at me and sighed.
"Women do not appeal to you. You are either sick, or you want
a man. You do not seem sick."
I looked down at the floor. Tears poured from my eyes. I was
ashamed. I wiped my eyes and looked at the puddle of tears on the
black marble. He sighed, again.
"I am so, so sorry, Father."
"Tell me, is that why you wanted to end your life as my
taster? So that the shame you feel would end?"
I frowned.
"No. That didn't occur to me. It was because I love you so
much, I couldn't bear to see you die. And I also wanted you to
have one less thing to fear. I hate to see you worried. I hoped I
could take my secret to the grave, but I don't long for death."
He put his arm around me.
"That is just as I thought," he told me.
He sighed.
"I had begun to suspect as much. You have never paid
attention to pretty women."
"Are you disappointed in me?"
"You are not perfect. Who is? If not this, it would be some
other imperfection. I know I can trust you, Seventh. Of all of my
sons, I trust you most. That is more important to me. In fact, it
is critical. If I had a choice, I would always choose a son who
liked men and was trustworthy over a son who liked women who
wasn't. But this must remain secret. Do you understand?"
I nodded. I knew that. We sat there in silence for a couple
of minutes. I was so pleased I hadn't disappointed him, terribly.
"You are not the only person to carry this shame." He sighed.
"If only Effan was not Cleric."
Effan was always pushing to have homosexual acts punished by
death. I knew I was not the horrible person he described.
"At one time, no one would have raised an eyebrow about that,
you know," Father said.
"It seems hard to believe," I said.
He sighed, again.
"Well, there is no point wishing things are not as they are.
You either change things or reconcile yourself to the situation.
Nevertheless, you and I both know that how you are not the first
person to feel that way. I know another, as do you. Actually, I
know several, but I am referring to a specific person."
I looked at him.
"Who?"
"Who makes eyes at you all the time?"
I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Have you never wondered why Ahmed has no interest in women?"
I stared at my father.
"Close your mouth," he ordered.
I snapped it shut.
"Ahmed.too?"
Father nodded.
"And we can trust him. Them. If you had to choose a man, you
could not have made a better choice. I would trust no other man
with this secret. He desires you. He has never said it, but his
eyes follow you."
I sat there, stunned.
"He is a fine man," Father said. "And now that there is more
than one of him."
"He doesn't make eyes at me." I paused. "I'm sorry. You would
know better than I. You are wiser in all ways."
Father smiled.
"Yes."
I was in shock. It went without saying that he was a fine
man. To many people, including me, he was the second finest man
in the kingdom, after my father. The best warrior in the world
was like me? Wanted me?
Father nodded his head.
"If, for some reason, he is not willing, I will not order one
of them to be with you. I do not know that he wishes to act on
desires. Sometimes men have desires that, for one reason or
another, they desperately wish to keep from acting out. This
could be an act he finds too shameful."
"I know that, Father. I would not want him to be with me, if
he did not wish it."
Father nodded.
"Put on your trousers."
I did and Father clapped his hands once.
An Ahmed entered the room, quickly.
"Ahmed, will you remove your clothes?"
Ahmed looked confused, although he immediately began
undressing. My first sight of Ahmed naked is engraved in my mind.
His hairy, muscular body had many scars. Most men would have had
them removed, but he considered them trophies, I was told. The
scars meant this Ahmed was the original. The clones had the
memories of the fights he'd faced, but not the scars.
I got an immediate erection.
"Remove your trousers," Father said to me.
I shyly turned to face the opposite direction from Ahmed as I
bent over and removed my pants. When I turned around, Ahmed gazed
at me, with his mouth open. He was as erect as I was. I was
breathless as I looked at his erection. He was well-endowed, very
well-endowed. As I watched, the head of his cock extended
partially out of the foreskin. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I
suppressed a groan as I watched a drop of precum drip down to the
floor. Ahmed was an exceptional man. He had the cock to match. It
was a potent weapon, as befitted a warrior of his stature. My
mouth was dry. I licked my lips.
"My son desires you, Ahmed. But I will not order you to do
anything about it."
"As you can see, Sire, it would not require an order. It is
my deepest desire, to my shame."
I was shocked. I looked at Father to see how he would take
this news from the man I believed he loved most. Father smiled.
"You will not speak of shame. You will not speak of this at
all. Whatever the two of you do, is between you two, alone. But
no one must know. I know I can trust you, but I emphasize: no one
must know."
Ahmed's mouth fell open.
"His jaw suffers the same disability as yours." Father said
to me. I hugged him.
"I love you. I love you, so much," I told him.
"Dress," he told both of us.
He told Ahmed to pull up a chair, and the three of us sat. I
watched Ahmed. He was alert to every sound we heard. He looked at
my father often, but I knew he was paying as much attention to me
and our surroundings as he was to my father.
"Do you wish to sleep with my son? Or are you only interested
in sex?"
"Sire, that is my dream, but I would never leave you
unguarded. I will sleep in your room."
"One of you will continue to do that. One of you will guard,
and the other.well, he is free to do what he wishes."
Ahmed was shocked, as was I. But he took my hand and held it.
I looked down at Ahmed's hand grasping mine and my eyes watered.
I never dreamed I would even hold hands with him, much less sleep
with him.
"Sire, the situation is unique."
Father laughed.
"I would say so."
"My counterparts love Seventh as much as I do. Could we
alternate?"
Father looked surprised.
"Yes. I should have expected that when you said it was your
deepest desire. Well, that is up to you and my son."
Father looked deep in thought. He turned to a window and
looked out of it, for a moment. He turned back to Ahmed.
"Four, Five, and Six failed the test," he said.
I had no idea what Father meant, or why he chose to say it at
that time.
Ahmed nodded.
"I knew they would. They want rewards, but not
responsibility. Are you considering my advice?" Ahmed asked him.
Father sighed.
"This complicates it. And Effan said two days ago that the
kingdom is fortunate that Fourth will be the next king."
Ahmed laughed.
"He is the only one who thinks that. Although people who do
not know Fourth may believe him."
"The very idea is laughable," Father said.
Ahmed nodded.
I was shocked to hear that. I assumed my father viewed his
sons equally. He had never expressed a preference, as far as I
knew.
Ahmed nodded. Then he said, "It complicates it only slightly.
A clone? Young, of course."
Father looked thoughtful.
"What woman could be trusted to claim it was hers?"
"A dead one?" Ahmed suggested. "I don't mean to kill a young
woman. I meant you might name a woman who has recently died to be
the mother, one without family to dispute it."
Father nodded.
No one spoke.
"Are you talking of another clone of Ahmed?" I asked.
"No," Father said. "Of you."
I was stunned. Why would they need two of me? Were we going
to have backup copies of the royal family?
"Is that in case I die?" I asked.
Father turned to me.
"You will not have children with Ahmed. Our options are
limited. With no erection, you cannot impregnate a woman.
Perhaps, if Ahmed was in your bed, at the same time, you might be
able. But then she would be aware of your relationship. You could
raise a clone of yourself, though. It would be a baby, not an
adult, and his blood would be mine, as much as yours is."
"I am Seventh. Why do I need to have a child? Four, Five, and
Six are ahead of me. I am certain one of them will have a child.
I wouldn't be surprised if Fifth already had one."
"But they failed the test," Ahmed said.
"Test?" I asked.
"They were offered the chance to be my taster," Father said.
I didn't understand at all. Father didn't give me that test.
The idea to be his taster was mine. I suggested it. My father
definitely didn't. Instead, he refused.
I sighed.
"I don't understand."
"You gave me the idea for the test, Seventh," Father said. "I
wanted to know if they loved me as much as you do. I gave them a
chance to be a taster. It was clear they were much more concerned
with their own lives than with mine. None of them would even
consider it. Four thought the idea was hilarious. It confirmed
what I thought about him. They know they could not rule the
kingdom as well as I can. Therefore they put themselves above the
welfare of the kingdom."
I thought about that.
"But I didn't offer for the good of the kingdom. I offered to
protect my father, who I love."
"You do not put yourself first, Seventh. That is the
difference. You are willing to die before seeing someone you love
die. You love the kingdom most. I am certain. I've become
convinced that your brothers view kingship as a means to
unlimited wealth, especially Four. And I already know you care
about your subjects. Well, your future subjects. They are still
mine."
I looked at Ahmed. He grinned at me. I looked at his crotch.
It was full. I forced myself to think of what my father was
saying.
"Four, Five, Six, and Eight will kill me at the earliest
opportunity," I said. "Five and Six already despise Four."
I was starting to realize why my fifth and sixth brothers
didn't like my fourth. I knew Fourth loved money, but that was
very, very common. I would have trouble naming people who didn't
love it. I thought about that for a moment. Four names came to
mind. Mother, Ahmed, Father, and I had to include myself on the
list. I was very comfortable in my room in the royal complex. I
didn't long for anything that could be bought.
"Well, you can outrun Eight. He is only two years old,"
Father said.
Ahmed and I laughed.
"Do you think I would let them kill you?" Ahmed asked me.
"Don't forget that in three months, there will be many Ahmeds to
protect your father and you."
I nodded.
"But I can't raise eight clones of me. It will be obvious to
everyone that they are identical," I said. "One son can closely
resemble his father, but identical siblings.
"Damn, Effan!" Father said. "None of this would be
necessary."
I was shocked. I looked at Ahmed. He wasn't the least
surprised. I could only conclude that was a sentiment my father
had expressed before.
He sighed in resignation.
"Well, there are definitely details to be worked out. I am
more concerned about keeping the scientists quiet about it.
Perhaps one clone will be enough when there are hundreds of
Ahmeds protecting you."
That was true! One Ahmed had kept father safe.
"We must speak bluntly of sex," my father said. "Ahmed, I saw
you looking at Seventh when he bent over. You wish to be the man.
I would be greatly surprised if did you not."
Ahmed closed his eyes, but nodded.
"Is that your wish, as well, Seventh?"
"Yes, Father."
Ahmed squeezed my hand.
"That is the ultimate secret. If knowledge of your
relationship comes out, it must be thought that you are the man,
Seventh. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father."
"Ahmed?"
"Yes, that is so, Sire. For the good of the kingdom, and your
bloodline."
Father nodded, smiling.
"People will not question that you chose to acquiesce to the
young king's advances. It can be explained away as youthful
experimentation. Or even better, you could claim it was a
punishment. Even Effan could not fault you for that."
Despite Fathers understanding, I was still deeply ashamed.
Why wasn't I like Fifth, who thought any female was attractive
enough to fuck once?"
"Cheer up, Seven. This has happened before in our line."
I stared at Father.
"And someone else you know experimented with taking his
pleasure that way."
My father winked at me. I couldn't believe what he was
implying.
"My son will lose his virginity this day, Ahmed. A wise
virgin is an oxymoron."
Ahmed nodded, smiling.
"I will leave you two alone."
My father stood and walked out of the room.
I was to be king. I could hardly believe it. More
unbelievable by far, was that I would have Ahmed. I looked at
him. He looked uncertain of how to proceed. That would never do.
"Ahmed, I wish you to be the aggressor, always in bed. In
here, I am yours, not the other way around."
"Are you certain?"
"It is the only thing I am certain of. If you wish to fuck
me, I want you to fuck me. I don't want you to ask." He looked
surprised. "If your cock needs to be sucked, where else would it
go?" He gulped, audibly.
"You meant it about wanting me to be the man."
"I did. I do."
"You are truly certain you don't wish me to ask?"
"Ahmed, outside this room, I may be Seventh. When we are in
private, I wish to be your wife, basically. What kind of man begs
his wife for sex? Not a warrior like you! Your wife would feel
grateful when you want her. I will be."
He sighed and nodded.
"There is a problem," he said.
"What?"
"I have hundreds of cocks which need to be sucked. Or I will,
in three months. 'Where else will they go?'"
I gulped.
"That's right! I suppose you need to be the person who
decides how that works," I said to him.
"Me?"
"They are you, and I am your wife."
"Do you wish to treat us all, equally?"
"You know better than I. Is it necessary?"
He nodded. "I'm afraid it is. They will all love you. Should
they go through life watching only one of us make love to you?"
I ran a finger over a scar on his forearm. He shivered.
"I have longed for your touch."
"I have longed for yours, Ahmed."
"I will touch you, Seventh. All of us will."
I felt his erection in his trousers. I rubbed it. He sighed.
"Your cock is beautiful, Ahmed. I have seen a few, and it is
the most beautiful I have seen."
"I am pleased you like it. Your lips will be on it, often."
I grinned. "Now?"
"No. Not now. Be patient. After I finish-after I inseminate
you, I will send the other Ahmeds to you." He thrust his crotch
up. "But maybe you don't want three of these 'beautiful' cocks."
"I think I do, now that you mention it," I said.
"How many of them do you want?"
I smiled at him.
"Five hundred and one, I think."
He grinned.
"There will often be many of us in your bed. We will enjoy
watching the others, waiting for our turn."
I groaned.
"It is up to you to decide how you use your wife, Ahmed. If
you decide seventy men should fuck me, I will bend over and hope
they enjoy themselves."
Ahmed grunted. He looked at me through hooded eyes.
"The clones should have memories of your father's consent and
this conversation, Seventh. Otherwise you will have to give this
speech to each of them. They would not trust hearing it from
another Ahmed. It is far too great a liberty. I would assume it
was a joke, and they would, too. It may be too late to update the
newest clones' memories, but they are still very small. Perhaps
something can be done."
I nodded.
"I wouldn't think they would implant the mind so soon, but I
don't understand the process. How long will it take? I don't wish
to be a virgin when I go to sleep."
He laughed.
"One of us will be with you, with his cock inside you when
you fall asleep. That is how I choose to have my wife sleep.
Never fear."
I felt a scar on his hand.
"Do the scars bother you?"
"No. But I want to lick and kiss each one. You got them
protecting my father."
He pushed down his trousers and showed me one on his hip.
"This one I got protecting you."
I didn't know.
"Thank you, Ahmed."
I got on my knees and kissed the scar. I licked a line along
it. I pressed my face in his crotch and sniffed. I heard him
sigh. His erection was pressed against my cheek. I gazed upon his
erection. I took it in both hands and kissed the underside. Ahmed
grunted. I rubbed my cheek against the head. He pushed me away. I
was hurt.
"I have no wish to have my semen in your hair-" He paused.
"At this time."
I grinned and he chuckled. He ran a finger over the scar on
his hip. I kissed it, again.
"It bothers my counterparts that I have them and they don't."
"Can the scientists help?"
"I don't know how, short of near-mortal wounding the clones."
"Ask when you go down, will you?"
"Certainly. I am very pleased you like my scars. I am very
proud of them."
"You should be."
He stood.
"Undress. I will send the other in here. I want you to play
with yourself while you admire his--my naked body, but no sex
with him! He must be on guard."
"Maybe, if I just knelt in front of him and sucked him,
gently."
Ahmed growled.
He shook his cock.
"You wish to suck this?"
I gulped and nodded.
"That is good, but it doesn't matter. You will suck
enthusiastically, whenever I allow it. And you will swallow what
I give you."
"Oh, Ahmed!" I murmured.
He looked pleased.
"This is like our wedding day, isn't it?" I asked.
He looked surprised.
"I suppose it is. It is all the wedding we will ever have.
Your father did give you away to me. That is a wedding. It is
difficult to believe that ordered me to take your virginity."
"They are missing all this, the two other Ahmeds. I want them
to know this is our marriage."
"The one at the door is listening to everything we say. We
always do. I will tell the other your instructions in your
presence."
I nodded.
"And the others-the new clones--will remember this," I said.
Ahmed nodded.
He pulled his trousers up.
"Before you go, I have one question."
"Yes?"
"When will I have your semen in my hair?" I asked, grinning.
He bent down and sucked on my earlobe, briefly.
"When there are many of us. I decided I want to see forty or
fifty of us cover you with our semen."
I groaned.
"Oh, you like that nasty thought of your husband's!"
"I do!"
"I will be like a general commanding my men to fire!"
I laughed.
"Shot by my own husbands!" I said. "I knew five hundred and
one was two or three too many!"
He laughed.
"I will be back soon. Play with yourself while you look at
your husband's cock. If you come, so much the better. Leave it on
you. I will enjoy licking you clean."
I nodded. I stood. He turned to leave.
"No kiss?"
He turned and pulled me into his arms. Our mouths met and we
kissed. It was my first kiss, and it was better than I'd imagined
sex would be. With his strong arms wrapped tightly around me,
Ahmed's tongue explored my mouth. I ran my tongue over his. I
reached up and felt his stubbled cheek as we kissed. He pulled
away and sighed.
"I want you to kiss my counterpart, before I leave. I want to
watch. I think I will enjoy watching the others fuck you. I am
very much looking forward to it. Seeing the pleasure they get,
before getting my own."
I smiled.
He called to the other, who entered grinning. We kissed,
while the original stood guard. It was exactly the same kiss.
That was wonderful. It wasn't better or worse, and I was glad
about that. It was a good thing that making love to one would be
the same as making love to another.
We pulled apart. The second Ahmed undressed. As soon as he
was naked, the original Ahmed left the room.
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